Disclaimer: Metalocalypse does not belong to me, all characters belong to Small and Blancha.
A/N: Just a little drabble thing-y that came to me. I have not written a fanfiction in about three years, so yeah. Trying to get back into the game and stuff. Might actually make this into an actual story if people like it. /shrug
Rated mainly for character death. :3
The members of Dethklok said nothing as they watched the casket get lowered into the ground. Each of them held their faces down, trying to stay as composed as they could infront of the crowd that had shown up to show their respects for the dead.
They each stayed long after everyone else left and the ground was re-covered, their grief shown only in their eyes as they stood a distance from the tombstone. When night fell each of the members took a turn going up to the gray slab to mumble their goodbyes before leaving the area to return to the bus that would take them back to the more quiet Mordhaus.
The last member to say his goodbye was Skwisgaar, his signiture guitar nowhere to be seen, his usually moving hands lay limp by his sides. He slowly made his way to the tombstone looking anywhere but at the name carved into it. A violent shudder wretched through his body causing him to fall to his knees onto the recently disturbed soil.
"You stupid dildo's," he muttered under his breath, bringing his eyes to the tombstone finally. Unwanted tears clowded his vision, but he didn't need to see to know who's name was written there.
"Toki," he chocked out trying as hard as he could to keep his tears in and the lump in his throat down, " That bullet was meants for me. It amns't meants for you. Not you."
A single tear rolled down his cheek as he tuned out the rest of the world and plunged himslef into further darkness.